She was afraid to stop running. Even if it didn't matter – Ghost had been traveling nonstop for days now. She was well out of her mother's reach now. No one could touch her. No one could hurt her. But just as a lifetime of being hidden away gave her the instinct for keeping out of sight, her constant fear continued to feed the panic that spurred her paws forward. It was her only companion and as a result, Ghost had learned to listen to it, whether it was ever warranted or not. Jahre (and it was Jahre to her, not mom) never exactly said why it was important for the child to stay hidden, but she was always desperately insistent. She was a ghost. She could not be seen. Which was odd – if she was a ghost who couldn't be seen, what was the point of staying hidden in her cave so far away from anyone else? It was true that Jahre could see her just fine, and the young wolf was never exactly sure why that was. What she did know is the way the older wolf looked whenever she reiterated the well known words that condemned Ghost from the outside world. Ghost was never quite sure how she felt about her mother – as a being who took care of her in the most basic means and nothing more. In spite of all this, the female did know that she was being told the truth when it came to the danger she could be in if she was seen. So she stayed.